January 20, 2012
The rain drenched me with its misery.
The droplets fall on my skin and hugs me till it has to sink beneath me and lose its dignity and self in the unified underground puddle where it will no longer be treated as an individual.
Every tear that slides down my cheek only mimics the rain. They mean nothing and they combine with others to try and refill their little hearts.
Whenever they cry, they wish to die.
Gathering in others if their own kind; they belong, but hold no mind.

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